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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
ABC,
JFA,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.