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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.