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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.