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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.