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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Index,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.