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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.