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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.