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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.