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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.