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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Gong,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.