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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.