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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.