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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
X-101,
ABBA,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.