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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Mars,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.