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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Japan,
Hardrive,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.