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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
The Move,
Chrome,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.