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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.