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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Cymande,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Excepter,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.