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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.