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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Can,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.