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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.