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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.