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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Smog,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.