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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.