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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.