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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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?
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.