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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.