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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.