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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Wire,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.