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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.