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 India 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.