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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.