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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.