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 China and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Hoover,
DNA,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.