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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
10cc,
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.