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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Misunderstood to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.