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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.