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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.