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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Vogues 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.