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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.