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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Brick,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.