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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.