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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.