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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.