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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.