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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.