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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Mars,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.