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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.