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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.