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 Austria 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.