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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Dead C,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.