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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Technova,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.