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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.