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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.