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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.