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 Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
ABC,
Cymande,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.