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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.