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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Swans,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.