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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.