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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.