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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
The Human League,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.