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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.