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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Darondo 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.