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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.