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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.