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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Monks,
MC5,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.