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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.