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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suicide to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.