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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
The Slits,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.