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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.