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 France and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.