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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls 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 techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.