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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 snare 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Magma,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.