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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The Human League,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.