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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 808 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.