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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.