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 Qatar 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.