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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.