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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.