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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.