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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.