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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.