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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.