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 China and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.