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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.