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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.