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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.