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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.