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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.