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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.