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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Organ,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
MC5,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.