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 Monaco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
The Names,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.