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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.