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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Technova,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.