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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.