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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.