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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
JFA,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.