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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
The Evens,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.