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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
a-ha,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Can,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.