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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.