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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.