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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Niagra,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.