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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.