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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.