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 Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Brick,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.