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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
The Fall,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.