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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Smog,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.