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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.