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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.