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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.