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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.