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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans 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 grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.