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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.