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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.