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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
New Order,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Q65,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.