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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Can,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.