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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Zeros to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Japan,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.