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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Skriet,
AZ,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.