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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.