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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.