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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
The Remains,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.