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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.