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 Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.