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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Wings to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.