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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Associates to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.