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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.