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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.