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 Mali 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Surgeon 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Magma,
Inner City,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.