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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.