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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.