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 Belize and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Fear 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.