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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.