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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.