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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.