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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.