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 Austria and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.