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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
ABBA,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.