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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Wings,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.