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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
JFA,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.