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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.