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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.