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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.