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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.