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 Mauritania 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.