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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.