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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Index,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.