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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.