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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.