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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Magazine,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.