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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.