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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.