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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.