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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Skarface 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.