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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.