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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.