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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.