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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.