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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.