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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Monks,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.