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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.