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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.