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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.