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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.