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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Pole,
Qualms,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.