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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.