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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.