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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.