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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.