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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
UT,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.