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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Lalann,
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.