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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.