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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul II Soul 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.