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 Malaysia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.