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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.