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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.