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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Index,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.