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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Television,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.