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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.