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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.