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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.