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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.