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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Ten City,
a-ha,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.