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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Crime,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.