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 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.