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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.