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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.