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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.