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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
The Names,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.