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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.