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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.