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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.