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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.