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 Congo 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.