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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.