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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.