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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.