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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.