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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.