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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
DNA,
The Doors,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.