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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.