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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.