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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.