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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.