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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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?
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.