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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.