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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 UT 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.