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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Magma,
Pole,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.