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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
10cc,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.