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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.