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 East Timor and from New York.
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 Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.