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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.