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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.