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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Index,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.