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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.