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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.