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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.