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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Moebius,
Television,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.