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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
AZ,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.