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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.