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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 Nas to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.