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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.