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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
The Saints,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.