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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
MDC,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
MC5,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.