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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.