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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.