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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.