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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.