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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.