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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.