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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.