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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.