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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Index,
The Index,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.