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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.