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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.