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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Television,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.