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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
UT,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.