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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.