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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.