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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.