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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.