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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.