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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
the Normal,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.