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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.