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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.