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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.