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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.