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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.