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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.