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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.