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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.