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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.