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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Brick,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.