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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.