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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.