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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.