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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Nas,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Television,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.