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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.