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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.