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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.