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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.