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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.