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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.