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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.