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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.