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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.