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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.