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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.