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 Ivory Coast 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.