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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.