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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.