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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.