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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.