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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Model 500,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.