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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Skaos,
CMW,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.