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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.