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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.