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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.