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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Skatalites to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Wings,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.