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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.