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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
AZ,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.