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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.