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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.