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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.