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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet 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 Underground Resistance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.