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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.