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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Techniques 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.