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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
UT,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.