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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.