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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.