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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.