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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.