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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.