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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.