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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.