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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Cluster,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.