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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.