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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.