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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Index,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.