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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Franke,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.