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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.