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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.