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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.