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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Magma,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.