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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Smog,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.