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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.