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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Fear,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.