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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.