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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.