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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.