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 Thailand 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.