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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Zapp,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.