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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.