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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.