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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.