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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.