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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.