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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.