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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.