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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.