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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.