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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.