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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet 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 disco 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.