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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.