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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.