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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.