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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.