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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.