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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.