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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
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Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.