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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.