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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
CMW,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.