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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.