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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.