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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.