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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.