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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.