Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.