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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.