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 India and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Aswad,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.