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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.