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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.