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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
Interpol,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Wings,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.