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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
X-102,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Fear,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.