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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.