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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.