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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.