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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.