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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Nas,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
The Names,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.