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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.