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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.