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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.