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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.