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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
John Cale,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.