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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Ludus,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.