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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.