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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.