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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.