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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 This Heat 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
MDC,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.