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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.