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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.