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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Nico,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.