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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.