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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Saints,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Hashim,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.