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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.