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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.