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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Newcleus,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.