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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Crime,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.