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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.