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 Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.