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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.