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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.