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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.