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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.