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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Index,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.