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 Yemen 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.