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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane 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?
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.