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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.