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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Swans,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.