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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.