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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.