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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Brick,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.