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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.