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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo 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 Gories,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.