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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Nas,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.