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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.