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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 theremin 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 The Beau Brummels 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.