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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Television,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.