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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.