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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.