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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.