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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.