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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.