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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.