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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.