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 San Marino and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.