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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.