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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.