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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.