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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.