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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.