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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.