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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Model 500,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.