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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
the Association,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.