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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Magma,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.