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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Evens to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.