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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.