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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.