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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.