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 France and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Magma to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.