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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.