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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.