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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.