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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Ronan,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.