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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.