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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Rekid 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.