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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.