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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Slave,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.