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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.