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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
The Associates,
MDC,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.