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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.