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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 Motions to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Can,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.