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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.