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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.