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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.