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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
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.