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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Symarip,
Gong,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.