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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.