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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.