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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.