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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.