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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Lalann,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.