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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Can,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.