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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.