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 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.