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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.