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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.