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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.