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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
PIL,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.