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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.