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 Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.