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 Brazil and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Can,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.