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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.