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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.