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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.