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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.