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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Q65,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.