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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.