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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
UT,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.