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 Belize 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.