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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.