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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.