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 Uganda and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Nas,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.