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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
UT,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.