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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.