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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.