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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.