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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.