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 Kiribati 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Cymande,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.