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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.