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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the rock 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.