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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.