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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.