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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.