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 Marshall Islands 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Nico,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.