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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
the Swans,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.