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 Jamaica 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.