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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.