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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.