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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Litter,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.