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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Index,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Japan,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.