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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Slave,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.