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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.