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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.