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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.