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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
X-102,
the Association,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.