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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Wire,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.