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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.