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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Delta 5,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.