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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.