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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.