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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Scion,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.