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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Index,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.