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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.