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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Symarip,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.