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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.