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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.