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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.