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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
The Move,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Visage,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.