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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Cure 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps 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?
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
UT,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.