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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Kayak,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.