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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.