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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Mars,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.