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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.