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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.