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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Scion,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.