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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.