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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.