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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 spring reverb 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 Remains to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.