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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.