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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.