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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.