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 Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.