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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.