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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.