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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.