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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Television to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.