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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.