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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.