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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chrome to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.