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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Smog,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.