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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.