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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.